Be U: Be Like Water

Coming for the Real You.

I'm hoping to share thoughts, fun and insightful information and aha moments with all to better serve ourselves and the universe.

My background is that of Executive Secretary for the local Electric company (11 years).

Certified Personal Trainer (since 1991) and Fitness Consultant for my own company, Beachin Bodies (6 years) and certified in Reiki and Nutrition with training in Cranial Sacral work, Tai Chi, and Meditation. Certified as a Professional Life Coach (2015); Minister at Universal Life Church (2016);

and, possibly, most important,

my own journey through illness and avenues, roads and roadblocks that I have taken to find the real me. (35 plus years).

The me that I was born as. The me that is the all-knowing. I believe the search is endless and we are here to learn and to love and to share it all.

Saturday, November 14, 2020

Be Like Water

“You must be shapeless, formless, like water. When you pour water in a cup, it becomes the cup. When you pour water in a bottle, it becomes the bottle. When you pour water in a teapot, it becomes the teapot. Water can drip and it can crash. Become like water my friend.” Bruce Lee

Water flows. Water trickles. Water gushes.

Our adult bodies are made up of approximately more than 60% water. It is good for the skin. It is good for the organs. It is good for digestion. It is good for us.

Our bodies can go only a very short time (days) without it. Even a mild case of dehydration can impair energy levels, mood, memory and brain performance.

The rule of thumb is to [at least] drink half of your body weight in water each day.

When I first read the Bruce Lee quote, I was wowed. How true that flowing and staying 'liquid' can support each of us with a better, easier, more comfortable balance with less fighting what is and more flowing with the experiences that come to us through the truth, knowledge and love of what is going on inside of us as a response to it.

Be Like Water. Be Liquid. Drink Water.

Some say, as you shower, to imagine any negativity flow down the drain with the water. Some say being near water like the ocean or a body of water is healing, comforting and soothing.

When it rains, it cleanses and feeds the land.

Water. It is a beautiful thing.

You. You are a beautiful thing.

May you be aware of and appreciate the water that is in your life today to support, fill and cleanse you.

Below is a picture of a Koi pond that we used to have in our backyard. It was my very favorite thing of the whole house. It was a sanctuary. The sound of the flow; the sight of the flow; playing and upkeeping the flow and path of the flow was such a joy to me. I think about it. I miss it. I feel such great gratitude that I was able to experience it.

May you realize what is in your life just now that uplifts and supports you in feeling sanctified and whole. May you experience great gratitude for it and really feel, see, experience and enjoy it. Feel the honor of the blessing of it. You can tap into this blessing anytime you choose.

May you tap, tap, tap, perhaps, especially now, as we are being asked to flow, trickle, flood, leak and keep our head above water almost every day in many ways during these very 'interesting' times.

May you grow from the depth of yourself into the best of yourself; again and again and again.

I believe in You.

May you let your love flow within, without and in between everything and every possibility. Your love is this valuable, needed, cherished and appreciated. Be love. Let love. Love your love.

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My Past Story

The first thing I would always tell a new doctor was 'my dad left me when I was 10'. He just disappeared, ran away. It was pretty awful for me. I thought it was my fault as most kids sometimes do. I thought I was unlovable. Years later, 20 maybe, I realized it wasn't just that my dad left me that affected my life, but also that my mom stayed. She stayed and I'll be forever grateful. However, her staying wasn't all peaches and creme. She was so hurt, so distraught, so frightened to raise three kids on her own and find a job that it was very hard for her to be there for me and my needs. I chose to shutdown, be quiet and try not to make it any harder on her as to not ask for much, or voice much, or need much.

Years later, in 11/12th grade, I noticed my fingers being really cold and hurting all the time. I noticed them turning purple and the pain was very 'loud'. Humorously enough, I had chosen to be a secretary and typing was a big part of my everyday. I loved it even. Fingers flying across the keyboard with as little mistakes as possible was the goal. I was pretty good at it. While in typing class, I remember putting my hands on my neck to try to warm them and make them feel better. I was naive enough then to think this must be happening to everyone.

Anyway, years went by and nobody was able to tell me why this was happening or what to do to make it better. Then, approximately 4 years later, I remember (what I felt) was little me sitting across from a really big doctor at his really big desk and him telling me I was allergic to myself. Of course, this was him describing to me what auto-immune meant. I had a disease called scleroderma and it could kill me (sometimes in as little as five years) and I would most likely be on medicine and have it for the rest of my life and there was nothing to change it.

Anyway, almost 30 years later, I've had my share of pain and I'm alive. I've had ulcerations on my fingers and I have lost most of my nails on both hands from lack of circulation and producing too much collagen. My hands are somewhat not a pretty sight and to hit something with one of my fingers by accident (well, I refer to the feeling as 'going to the moon).

When I was about 30, I started looking at alternative medicine and I tried anything that came across my path to try to stop the pain. I have tried many normal and not so normal 'ideas'. I sometimes do not believe at what lengths I went to try to ease my pain and suffering!

This is what has brought me here to this point in my life.

I'm grateful to be able to learn so much about myself and life and I wouldn't take it back (well, some days I might want to).

Something was telling me to blog. I really didn't know much about blogging - I am still a novice at best. Approximately 5 weeks ago, I sat at my computer and started typing.

I am surprised at where my blogs have led me. I thought I was trying to help others and that still is a big goal of mine. However, what I am finding out is that this is a great outlet for me.

A way to feel like I'm doing something. I told a friend this morning about my blog and I said that it's draining because I put everything out there and do not hold back as I post each individual blog; its fun because it does give me an outlet and I feel a little purpose in my life; and it's scary because I don't want anyone laughing at me or telling me that I am completely 'off my rocker'!